by Katie Allen
Lauren was frozen for a moment, her heart hammering, caught by his words and a surge of desire that had been simmering ever since that first kiss in the mail room.
“I’m still pissed,” she finally said, but even she could hear that her words were too breathless for anyone to believe.
“I’m sorry.” His words didn’t sound sincere either. They came just inches from her ear and she inhaled a quick breath, her heart still pounding.
Lauren reached out slowly, half expecting her hands to close on air, but her palms flattened on warm skin instead. His chest was slightly rough with hair but smooth beneath. Tentatively, her hand passed over a nipple and then returned, pinching the bit of flesh between her fingers, marveling at how incredibly soft it was.
She felt the vibration beneath her fingers as he groaned. Other than that small movement, however, Cal was still, allowing her to explore. At first, she welcomed the opportunity to touch him, the darkness making her brave. Her fingers traced the hard ridges of his stomach, feeling the slight jump of muscle under her touch.
Soon his stillness began to feel like a challenge, and Lauren moved from exploring mode to full-on seduction. She tipped her head forward, brushing her lips against his chest until she rediscovered his nipple. Calvin drew a sharp breath, and she smiled against his skin at the reaction.
Her hands smoothed lower, tracing the waistband of his boxer briefs before running her fingertips beneath it. The muscles beneath his skin shivered and twitched, and Lauren delved lower, finding the most obvious proof of his interest—a rock-hard erection.
As her fingers closed around his cock, her teeth closed on his nipple, hard enough to pinch. With a sound she could only describe as a snarl, Cal grabbed her upper arms and pulled her up so they were face-to-face. Despite her arousal, she noticed how easily he’d lifted her, as if she weighed no more than an infant. Lauren wrapped her legs around his waist, using them to grind her crotch against his belly.
“This isn’t smart,” he rasped, dropping his hands to cup her ass, kneading and squeezing.
“No?” She was hardly listening to his words, since being trapped between his hands and stomach was a little distracting. “It feels really good though.”
He groaned. “Yeah, it does.”
With her arms free, she twined them around his neck, using her fingers to play with his nape and the outline of his ears.
“Lauren.” His hands left her ass to cover her fingers. “Fuck, Lauren, we can’t.”
She felt her bottom lip slide out like a five-year-old who wasn’t getting a sucker. “Why not?”
“No condoms.”
The harsh practicality of the statement brought her out of her aroused haze. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” Although her hands had stilled under his, he played with her fingers and drew lines down the backs of her wrists. “The one fucking thing we didn’t buy.”
Her brain was working again, however, and she smiled. “That doesn’t mean all our fun has to stop.” Untwisting her legs from around his waist, she wiggled backward, her fingers finding and catching in his waistband again.
“Lauren,” he warned, catching her hands.
“Calvin.” She copied his severe tone and then grinned. “Don’t worry. You’ll like this.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he muttered, but released her hands. She took advantage of this freedom to peel down his underwear, pulling it over his thighs and down his legs, moving backward on her knees until she could pull it over his feet and toss the boxer briefs behind her.
Sitting back on her heels, Lauren caught the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
“That wasn’t on long,” he said, although his mocking words were countered by his rough voice, and she knew Cal wasn’t as unaffected as he was pretending to be.
In response, she hooked a finger in each side of her panties and dragged them down slowly. He groaned so softly, just above an exhale, and she smiled, a triumphant, predatory smile.
“I know we shouldn’t get more involved,” he said, his voice much closer than it had been a moment ago. “I fucking know it. Then I look at you, and all my logic goes out the window.”
She gave a breathless laugh, reaching out and finding him in the dark. Her hands met his torso again and she realized he was kneeling in front of her. “Join the club,” she told him, moving forward on her knees so she could feel the hard planes of his back. “You’ve been taking away my logic and reason since I first saw you. Why else do you think I have a hundred years’ worth of office supplies crammed in my desk?”
“I don’t know. You’re an office-supply hoarder?”
In retaliation, she grabbed his ass and squeezed. Hard.
With a muffled curse, Cal lifted and turned her, flipping her onto her back and coming down on top of her. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath before he kissed her, his mouth rough, thorough, and as bossy as she’d remembered. She buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him against her, even though he didn’t really need the encouragement. He yanked at her lowered panties, tugging them toward her knees. She tried to help as much as possible, wiggling out of them and finally kicking them off her ankles.
He lightened the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip. Moaning in protest, Lauren wrapped her legs around his waist, using all her limbs to try to pull him tighter against her. He just gave an amused grunt, keeping his lips light and teasing, completely ignoring her efforts.
There are disadvantages to making out with the Bionic Man. With an aggrieved sound, she nipped back, a little harder than he’d done to her. He jerked back with a growl, making her stomach jump with nerves and anticipation, and then was back, kissing her harder than before.
This kiss was different, filled with intent and purpose, while the other had just been playing around. Her anxiety grew, dragging her arousal up with it, and she briefly wondered what kind of freak she was for her apprehension to turn her on like that. When Cal’s hand found her breast, however, all conscious thought disappeared, washed away by sheer, blinding lust.
His fingers pinched the tip of her breast, making her jump and then moan with the tiny pain. As he released her nipple, sensation rushed back, dragging another small cry from her. She twisted and ground her hips against his stomach, her pussy feeling unbearably empty.
Dragging his lips down her neck and across her chest, he found all her most sensitive spots with the accuracy of someone who could see in the dark. Cal licked and kissed the top slope and underneath her breast, cruelly skipping over her nipple. When his lips finally closed around the tip, his tongue and teeth torturing the aching point, Lauren cried out, her nails digging into the meat of his upper back.
He groaned against her and gave the nipple in his fingers a tug, sending bolts of pleasure though her. If all of Cal’s parts hadn’t been out of reach of her mouth, she would have bitten him, just to anchor herself, to relieve some of this agonizing pleasure. As it was, all she could do was squirm against him, whimpering.
His mouth stayed on her nipple, nipping and sucking, but his hand left her other breast and settled on her ass cheek. Lauren gripped his skull again, her fingers tunneling through the smooth strands of his hair to hold him closer. Each time his teeth closed on her nipple, her fingers tightened on his head and his hand slapped against her ass. Every connection of his hand to her rear cheek shoved her pussy against his torso, making her groan. She was already soaking wet, and every smack flooded her pussy even more.
“Please,” she begged, so desperate that she was willing to take anything he gave her, as long as it relieved this thundering want.
He was breathing fast and hard—she could feel the puffs of air against her breast as his tongue played with her nipple. Instead of answering her plea, he ran his fingers the length of the crevice between her ass cheeks, brushing her clenching rear opening
before finding her pussy with his fingertips. Cal was back in teasing mode, a quick touch or slide of his hand, a playful tweak of her clit that almost made her levitate.
Just as her brain was about to explode, he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy.
Lauren cried out, the surprise entry of those thick digits giving her everything she needed. This is why she’d been begging, for the stretching sting of Cal inside her—fingers, cock, tongue—it didn’t really matter what part. She’d just needed to be full of him.
He lifted his head, the cool air against her wet nipple bringing it to an even sharper point. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He sounded like he couldn’t breathe. Lauren was glad she wasn’t the only one driven absolutely nuts with lust.
Sliding his fingers free, he drove them back in. He shifted so he could kiss her mouth, one of his long, hard, bossy kisses with an extra edge of desperation. With his fingers lodged deep in her body, his thumb pressed her clit in small circles. Lauren could hear sounds coming from her own throat that she couldn’t stop, small cries and whimpers, as her hips thrust against his hand, trying to take his fingers impossibly deeper.
With a final hard kiss, Cal left her mouth and pulled his fingers free. He untangled her legs from around his torso, leaving her in the darkness alone for just a fraction of a second before she felt his hands pushing her knees apart and his mouth on her inner thigh.
Lauren sucked in a breath at the contact as he bit and licked his way along her thigh to her center. All teasing gone, he drove his tongue into her pussy, over and over, until she was writhing beneath him. His lips closed around her clit and his fingers returned, thrusting, filling the place his tongue had left empty.
She exploded then, arching into her climax as her body clamped down on his fingers. The blackness behind her eyelids lit with color as pleasure vibrated through her, as shudder after shudder rocked her body with sheer raw bliss.
Reality returned slowly with a prickling touch against her belly. She reached down to touch the back of Cal’s head and realized he was planting light kisses across her stomach. After his lips brushed softly against her skin, the rough stubble of his chin and cheeks scratched that same spot.
Lauren laughed, giving two handfuls of his hair a tug.
“What?” he asked innocently. “I thought you liked it a little rough.”
“I don’t, normally.” Cal brought out the adventurer in her, the wild woman.
“Just with me, huh?” His words echoed her thoughts.
“Guess you wake up my inner masochist,” she teased, lightly scratching his scalp with her nails.
He growled and crawled up so they were face-to-face. “I’m glad,” he said, before kissing her hard. “It’s fucking hot.” He found her lips again, biting and sucking at her mouth until she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She was as wound-up as she’d been before she came.
Lauren eventually pulled back, untangling her legs from his body and wiggling down between his knees.
“Where are you going?” Cal asked, although the heated tension in his voice indicated that he had a pretty good idea.
Instead of answering his question, she giggled. “I feel like a mechanic working underneath a car.”
Running her hands up his furred thighs, she latched onto his ass cheeks and pulled her upper body up until the top of her head touched his stomach. He must have sucked in, as the contact disappeared for a moment.
She found his cock by feel, leaning in until the blunt tip bumped her cheek. She turned her head and licked the moisture from the end.
“Christ, Lauren,” he groaned. She smiled and licked it again, circling her tongue around the head before probing the damp slit at the tip. Cal made another sound, this one incoherent, that she chose to take as encouraging. Digging her fingers into his ass cheeks, she swallowed his cock to the back of her throat.
He gave a muted shout, and his whole body jerked. Lauren clung to him with her hands and mouth until his surprised movement passed. Her cheeks pulled at his cock, her tongue massaging the underside and the muscles of her throat pulling at the head. She retreated and then swallowed him again, loving the way he filled her mouth.
With a muttered curse, Cal rolled onto his back, holding her with his thighs so she came with him. The quickness of the move startled her into releasing his cock but, as soon as she regained her bearings, she closed her lips around him again, dropping her head as far as she could go without choking.
In this new position, her hands were free. She wrapped one around the base of his cock and played with his balls with the other. Lauren lifted her head until just the tip of his erection stayed in her mouth and then dropped down again, relaxing her throat and taking in as much of his cock as possible. She rose again and gently squeezed his sac.
As if she’d pushed a button, Cal made a snarling sound and grabbed her head with both hands. Holding her still, he thrust his hips, pounding his cock into her mouth, as hard and deep as it would go. At first, she gagged and struggled to breathe, panicking a little as the broad tip shoved deep. When she finally gave up, her throat relaxed, and it got easier. All Lauren could do was take him, enjoying the helplessness, the roughness of it, as he fucked her face. Her lower belly clenched and a gush of moisture wet her thighs. She wondered again what was wrong with her that this should excite her so much.
When she felt him hesitate and start to withdraw, she grabbed his ass cheeks again and pulled, burying his cock in her mouth. He resisted for a moment but then gave in, coming with a drawn-out groan. Lauren felt his muscles vibrating under her grip as he climaxed, jerking as he came, and the bittersweet heat of his come filled her throat. She swallowed eagerly, wanting to taste him, to know him, to hold him inside her.
She still sucked gently as his muscles eased and softened, until he caught her under the arms and pulled her up so they were face-to-face. He kissed her, the most gentle, sweet kiss she’d ever known. Wrapping his arms around her, Cal tucked her head beneath his chin and relaxed. It wasn’t long before soft snores began to rumble from the chest beneath her cheek.
“Cal,” she whispered.
“Hmm?” He didn’t sound very awake.
“Can we get into a sleeping bag?” she asked. “My front’s warm—thank you very much—but my backside’s freezing.”
With just a mild grumble, he rolled her to the side. Lauren heard rustling and the sound of a zipper.
“C’mon in,” he said, his voice gruff with sleepiness.
She felt her way into the bag. Turning onto her side, she wiggled backward until she was snuggled against the naked wall of muscle that was Cal. He reached over and zipped her in. The warmth settled around her on all sides, and she sighed, content.
“Roomy in here,” she said with a yawn, giving one more wriggle to get even closer to Cal.
“Zipped them together.” He didn’t sound sleepy anymore. His hand closed around her hip, holding her still.
“Sorry,” she said, although a smile caught the corner of her lips when she felt the hot, hard press of Cal’s reawakened cock on her ass cheek.
His grunt indicated that he doubted her sincerity. “Just...quit moving.”
Her smile grew. It was probably mean to enjoy his torture but Lauren couldn’t help it. “‘Night, Calvin.”
Another grunt was the only response.
* * *
He’d been sleeping just a few minutes ago, but now he was wide awake. Having Lauren’s sweet ass pressed against his cock wasn’t a very good sleep aid. He wanted to allow his hand to roam, but, with a teeth-gritting show of self-discipline, he kept it where it was, resting on her smooth hip.
Think of something else, his brain demanded. Taking a few slow, deep breaths, he tried. He really did. But just as he started to make a plan for the following day, Lauren murmured and wiggled against him.
“Fuck,” he breathed soundlessly, closing his eyes and giving up the battle to keep his hand still. His other arm was trapped beneath her head, out of temptation’s way, but one free hand was all he needed. Sliding it over her hip, he stroked her belly, the softness of her skin giving him goose bumps.
He traced a line from her belly button to her breasts, cupping the weight of one while running his thumb across the nipple. He’d thought she’d been distracting before when she’d visited him in the mail room, so beautiful, smelling sweet and hungry, but this was a whole other level of distraction. He’d seen her naked, felt her, tasted her, experienced her mouth around his cock...
Cal groaned. His concentration was shot. How was he supposed to evade the agents when he couldn’t focus on anything but her?
The gentle movements of his hand had roughened with his thoughts, now squeezing and tugging on her nipple. She gasped awake, rubbing against him immediately, her thighs separating to offer his cock access. It was too easy to slide his erection across her wet skin and touch the tip to her pussy. Lauren moaned, trying to take him inside her, but he pulled his hips away, his breath rasping in his throat.
“No,” he gritted out. “We can’t.”
“Please?” Lauren asked, sounding half-asleep and desperately horny.
He gave a harsh laugh. “Not unless a fucking condom magically appears.”
“I’m... I mean, I won’t give you anything.”
His whole body tightened, and it was a few moments before he could speak. “I’d love to—fuck, I’d love to—but I might give you something.”
It was her turn to stiffen.
“Not like that,” he said quickly. “I’m clean. I have a built-in monitor. Anytime I’m sick, injured, anything’s wrong like that, I know. I meant that it’d be a really bad time for you to be pregnant, and pulling out is a shit form of birth control.” He realized he’d slid his hand down over her stomach again.
“Oh. True.” She turned over to face him. “We should probably get some sleep anyway.”
